#boss:bridget

[thetwobosses]

How a typo turned Sean into a naughty boy

((context: roleplaying a kinda srs thing between AU Sean and Bridget))

block-of-writers: Bridget: Bored of you? How could I get bored of you?

thetwobosses: Sean: *a little incredulous* Because I'm a nobody? I don't do anything interesting 'cept raw and play guitar, and I don't know anything about organized crime or celebrity business or anything else you lot deal with daily. *self-deprecating* Trust me, everyone else I've been with has grown tired of me sooner or later. No one sticks with me but my mates, and we're only really together because that's what we've done since we were wee lads.

thetwobosses: *draw

thetwobosses: NOT RAW

block-of-writers: (TTB I’m dying)

thetwobosses: god Sean, you dirty boy

block-of-writers: (TTB IM FUCKING DEAD)

block-of-writers: (Bridget: My names Sean Healey and I love to Raw people)

thetwobosses: (Sean: idk why no one ever sticks around me for long :/ All I do is raw ppl)

block-of-writers: (Bridget: listen if they can’t handle the rawing they can get out of the kitchen and leave more room for me ;3)

thetwobosses: (Sean: ;DD *gets out artist tools* I'm gonna raw you like one of my non-existent French girls)

block-of-writers: (Bridget: *dies cackling*)

thetwobosses: (Sean: Also I'm a fairly successful artist but I'm still poor because of all the alimonies I've gotta pay. I wonder why :/)

thetwobosses: (Sean: Can't a man just raw in peace)

block-of-writers: (Bridget: *w h e e z e s*)

thetwobosses: (Meryl: *pops in* Looks like you got yourself a raw deal, Sean ;D)

block-of-writers: (I’m trying to respond but now I’m laughing too hard)

thetwobosses: (Meryl: Sean, you should start calling girls 'steak tartare' because you like 'em raw ;DD)

thetwobosses: (okay shush. No more laughing. Let's focus back on that raw emotion)

block-of-writers: (TTB I’m coming to Estonia to kick your ass for that last raw >:V)

thetwobosses: ( ;) come and get me)

[thetwobosses]

(I HAVE TO TRY.) [SMS] You. Me. Nudist beach this weekend. y/n? -Bridget

Meryl cocked a brow at the message and couldn’t help the grin tugging at her lips.

[SMS] Well aren’t you a direct gal ;)

[SMS] I’d love to

[thetwobosses]

Also the snowflake one, have my muse cuddle up next to yours while asleep on the couch. Cause why the hell not at this point.

It took a while before Meryl noticed that Bridget had fallen asleep next to her on the couch. She didn’t fault the Boss though; this was the weakest of the Die Hard movies in Meryl’s opinion and they were both exhausted from the mayhem they’d caused on the streets of Steelport earlier (ahh, good ol’ RPG-launcher tag with the National Guard).

Meryl turned off the movie, wondering what she should do with the sleeping Boss. She could just bring her a blanket and let her sleep in peace… but dammit, Bridget looked so damn adorable curled up like that. Meryl weighed the pros and cons of cuddling up to her. On the one hand, soft warm Boss. On the other, the potential to have a startled and confused Boss punch her from instinct if Bridget happened to wake up first. 

Ah, what the hell, Meryl loved living dangerously. She brought out a comforter and laid it over their bodies while carefully sliding next to the resting Boss.

[thetwobosses]

Can't do the thingie on mobile, but the music note (have your muse catch mine singing in the shower) :D

“And I said heeeey-eeey-eeeyeyeah!” Sean’s off-key baritone wailing bounced off the bathroom tiles. His voice alternated between a falsetto and singing an octave lower when it just wouldn’t reach quite high enough, lending the ridiculous song an even odder quality. 

He was still loudly humming bits of the chorus and the backing track as he stepped out of the door, only to face Bridget waiting for him in the next room. The song abruptly died in an embarrassed coughing fit as the ginger cursed himself for not realizing he had company. At least he’d had the forethought to wrap a towel around his waist before he got out.